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realralsythe Β· 8 months
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Cats kinda suck. And also don't.
My cat (Her name is Arya and she's 2 years old. She's tabby tortoiseshell and I love her with all my heart.) never drinks from anything except water glasses/a bowl/a plate, of all things. She first shlurps up the bit at the top, sticks her whole head in it, and finally uses her paw. So sometimes, when she tries to use her paw, I fill up the glass/bowl/plate a bit. BUT THEN SHE IGNORES IT, AND I'M LIKE WHY I LOVE YOU PLEASE DRINK. But when I pet her, she puts her paw on my hand/cheek like she's petting me back. So I love her still.
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realralsythe Β· 9 months
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The one time it went right - Ty, chapter 1.
I hate it here. I'm hiding in a tree, holding a rifle, aiming at my least favourite person in the world. She's standing right there, chatting with someone on the phone, and singing. All this time, all this pent-up hate, all of my problems could be solved if I would just pull the stupid trigger. She's right there, oblivious to the danger she's in. I take a deep breath, and- "CUT!!!" The director's voice pierces through the theatre, and I lose my grip on the branch, falling head-first onto the stage. Mango starts laughing her ass off, and Mr Robinson, the director, loses his head. "TY! WHAT WAS THAT?!? THAT WAS NOT ACTING, THAT WAS TOMFOOLERY! WHY DIDN'T YOU FIRE?" My head is spinning as I get up. I can hear Mr Robinson yelling at me, the other members of the cast chattering, and Milla shaking her head. As the bell rang, I ran out of the hall, trying to get away from everyone, and out to the cafeteria, dashing through the crowds of people when- "Ow!" "Ow!" Oh, why today god? Why did I have to bump into someone now? And especially her, of all people? But, it's too late. She reaches down for her bags, and I stutter an apology, before grabbing my phone and running off. I can still feel the gazes of people watching me as I run down the halls.Β  Fifteen minutes later, I'm still thinking about her, and wishing I wasn't so clumsy. Finally, I pull out my phone to try and call my friend, Adi. But there was something off. My phone doesn't have a purple case, and I don't have an iPhone. Did I... no...Β  Dearest humans, this is a random story I am writing with a friend. Please tell me if you like it or not!
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